Seriously I don't think any of us saw 2020 coming. But when I think back on this past year, I realize I get to choose where the story goes.
Joy in 2020 seems like an oxymoron, right? But thankfully joy doesn't mean the absence of suck. Because this year has had a lot of suck.
"There is peace in the waiting. A sacred beauty in creating the pause." Peace is the focus of week two of Advent.
Is there anything we need more this year than hope? I seriously doubt it. Today we begin observing Advent, and this week we focus on hope.
I’m not this girl anymore. But I sure do love her (and her bowl haircut.) If only she knew how worthy of love she is just for who she is. ❤️
Sometimes you have an idea and you act on it and it lives a short life and then dies. And sometimes you have an idea and you act on it, and it takes on a life of its own and becomes a thing.
There seems to be great controversy as to whether masks make a difference and who should be wearing them. I don’t know who to believe. I don’t know what to believe. What I do know is that I miss people. I miss my people. I miss spontaneity.
I have lived my entire life trying to get other people to behave a certain way. To make the decisions I think they should make. To choose the things I think they should choose. 2020 is the year I choose to stop.
It's been a couple years since I did an end of the year post, but it's time. So much happened. So much to remember. So much to celebrate.